It took almost everything I had to not scream at his face. "Banging your hands on the piano won't make you a better pianist."I sighed.

"It's not my fault it's being a bi-"he was about to say when I cut him off. "It's not being a biotch,"I tried to say without cussing,"You are."

"Plus, you need to stop being weird and keep focusing on the notes."I said poiting to the black and white sheets in front of him.

"No, I'm not!"he protested.

"Slamming the piano multiple times is perfectly normal."I said, giving him a sarcastic look.

"Urrrgggg..."James groaned, banging his head down the keys, the loud jumble of noises echoing through out the house. We started practicing about one ago, every lesson like today. I guess he was good with the piano, but his heart wasn't into it at all. It was basically the same thing as looking at a robot trying to laugh. Emotionless and boring.

"How do you manage to play so perfectly."he asked. "I have inspiration." I explained.

James cocked his head to the side,"What's your inspiration?"

My heart turned cold and saddness washed over me, but I tried to hide it with a false smile."My parents"I managed to say.

"Why are you doing that?"he asked, suddenly changing the topic.

"Doing what?"I asked, clearly confused.

"Hiding how you're emotions with a fake smile."he said. His eyes had something in them that I couldn't really define.

I drew in a shaky breath, then told the truth unfolded itself out of me.

"I hide in the pain because I know nobody knows how it feels to be me. It hurts, it really does, but what's the point of showing it anyways? As if they really cared."I spat out bitterly.

James nodded, telling me to continue, so I did.

"I fake a smile, and people go with it anyways. They can't even tell the difference when I'm faking it and when I'm not. So it became a part of me. The plastic smiles." I confessed.

"Why do you do that though?"he asked me, his gaze never breaking mine.

"My parents died in a fire. My dad risked his life for me. When the burning door was about to collapse on me, he pushed me out of the way, and it landed on him. My mom  died trying to get back these music sheets my dad wrote. Before that though, my parents used to enjoy piano alot. They played it together and I could literally see the happiness dancing in their eyes.I guess thats why I'm so in love with it."I explained, my eyes brimmed with tears, one escaped, falling down my cheeks.

Without a second's hesitation, James reached a hand over and wiped the stray tear away. He must've sat  closer when we were talking, because now he was a face to face with me. "It's okay."he comforted me, and wrapped his arms around me.

I was shocked for a moment, but melted into his arms. I realized I started crying, painful tears running down my face. "Shhh...it's okay."he hushed me, patting my back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."James apologized.

Today was unexpected.We basically sat there for ten minutes, him comforting me and rubbing my back. He was kind and sweet. I also learned something today. James wasn't that bad. He had a kind heart, and that, I was slowly starting to like him.

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  James was improving alot for his fifth week. He played the piece perfectly, the emotion still not in the song, but it was still good. "Good job!" I complimented him. "You think I didn't know that?"James said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

To be honest, I was STARVING. I was busy packing up my clothes because I was aloud to move out early, and I could rent out my own apartment with one of my uncles that lived  in California.

I practically bounced up and down in excitement when I heard the news.The downside to that was that I forgot to eat dinner since I was so happy, and now my belly was taking revenge.

"Uhm, no not really-"I was cut off my a fierce roar,coming from my stomach. James raised his eyebrows."Okay, I am."I gave in. He motioned me to follow him.

It was like walking through a hotel a hundred times. His house was huge. I kept walking until I walked straight into a brick wall. Also known as James Thomason's back. I rubbed my nose, fully aware of the throbbing. "So what do you want?" he said pointing at the table.

My eyes followed to where he was pointing and I immediately gasp. Food heaven! In front of me was one hundred dishes layed out perfectly arranged and cooked. The smell caused me to drool,luckily James didn't see that, and my stomach rumbled loudly.

"Wooaaaah."was all that came out of my mouth. He laughed at my great choice of words(note the sarcasm.) "It's for you. I asked the chefs to properly prepare the food for you."

James asked his chefs to make food for me? That was really sweet. "Thanks." I said, working hard on speaking properly. The aroma of the delicious food can clearly make you go mad. It was nearly impossible to talk without licking your lips and drool. "No problem. Here." He said, handing me a spoon.

About fifty dishes later and several buckets of icecream~~

"I'm so gonna win."he bragged. I could esily tell he was getting tired and so I snorted,"In your dreams! I'm at my fifth bowl!"

James finally set the spoon and bucket of Mint Chocolate Chip  Brownie icecream down. Bits of chocolate and mint cream smeared all over his face, and he still managed to look cute.I'm impressed. "You win. Im so..."he drifted off.

"Meh. It's a tie." I admitted wearily, putting my Cookie Dough bowl down. "I got a sugar trauma."I moaned. The sandy hair boy nodded in agreement. He turned to look at me, then burst into laughter.

"Ahahahaha! Your...face....icecream...cookie dough...up ur...nose!"he said through loud laughter. My face flushed red and I wiped my face with the sleeves of my jacket. Oh gosh, how the heck did that get in there??

"Not funny!"I argued, trying to wipe the cookie dough off, but sadly smearing it more on me."Urg!!"I groaned. 

James gave another whole-hearted laugh, which would've made me swoon over him, but the fact that he was laughing at me got me on my nerves. How could he laugh at this? I just had cream on my face, big deal! It wasn't like I was trying to be funny.

"Stop laughing! You're just a big jerk!"I muttered.He looked at me, and stopped laughing abruptly.

"What did you say?"He said, raising an eyebrow.

"That.You.Are.A.Big.Fat.Jerk."I said, empasizing the word fat.

"Take it back."James demanded.

"Nope. You got pancakes and you know it. Don't deny it."I teased with a wink(well,it sort of looked like some spasm,but hey,I tried.)

"Emma,don't make me."he said in a low voice.

"James has pancakes! Big chubby pancakes!"I hollered, laughing at his priceless reaction.

Before I knew it, we were both on the ground, his arms pushing mine to the ground. I was pinned underneath him, trying to find an escape. He was really incredibly heavy, but I knew for sure that it wasn't fat. It was probably due to muscles,but I'm sure as heck I won't admit that!

"Take it back."the boy on top of me commanded.

"No, I will nev-"I was cut off by uncontrollable laughter that burst out of my mouth.

His hands went to my sides and started tickling ferociously. "Cummon. Just admit that I'm sexy and fit. do you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?"

"Nope! I will n-" another burst of laughs. I tried to squirm away from him, but it was basically impossible.

I was starting to run out of air. The weight and tickles did not make a good combination,at all.

Now I was starting to gasp for air.Not good."James please stop. I'll admit it."I said finally defeated.

He gave me a satisfying look then stopped with the tickling and sat up.

I went up and curled my legs to my chest. Suddenly, he scooted closer to me. 

Pools of ice blue looked into mine, and he reached out to push a stray brown lock behind my ear. The butterflies in my stomache were getting out of control, and my cheeks got warmer by the second.

I pulled away, standing up from the seat. I couldn't take the "feeling" anymore. It was just too strong...and I couldn't tell exactly what it is. It  was definitely doing something to me. "I got to go now. See you tomorrow?"

James nodded,"Okay. Bye then."

With a smile and a wave, I turned around. I was still clutching my heart, trying to stop the rapid beating.